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Comment by Kitty on June 21, 2009 at 4:24pm

Best of luck Jeny

Comment by Kristin, Honey, and Hooch on June 21, 2009 at 4:41am

Oh, Jeny, I wish you the best of luck with getting your corgi girl! I hope it works out easier for you than it did for me, and it's wonderful that she just appeared like that for you, too! I knew when I saw Honey that she was supposed to be my dog, and lo and behold apparently she was! She's cuddled up next to me right now. :) Keep us updated and how things turn out!

Comment by Jeny (and Wrigley) on June 21, 2009 at 4:32am

Kristen, that was such a sweet story! I have to admit, I am pretty nervous about a situation like that arising for me this week. I have wanted a Corgi for years, know all about them and have essentially been obsessed, but I never lived in a place that allowed dogs. My new apartment complex will let me have a dog, so I have been scouring petfinder and the internet trying to find one. I feel like I have won the lottery to find a one year old Corgi girl in a shelter near here. She is not available until Wednesday, so I plan on visiting her Monday (and maybe Tuesday ;) ) and arriving early to pick her up on Wednesday. I am TERRIFIED someone will get there before me. I can't explain it, but when I saw her picture, I knew she was the one. Now, I just have to hope I am the only one who felt that way!

Comment by Melissa Bee on June 14, 2009 at 6:51pm

Please help if you can . . . pass along to other dog lists (I've already sent it to corgi-l and showcardi)

Thanks,
Melissa Bee

Anthony and Debra Pepe asked to post and request that you repost to any 'doggy' lists with members who may live in the area.

Their beloved 3 year old red and white Pembroke Welsh Corgi bitch (in show condition) escaped from being temporarily boarded in the Elkton, MD area early this week, and despite great efforts by everyone, has not yet been located.
She is microchipped and friendly, although undoubtedly frightened (they've had severe thunderstorms in the area which haven't helped with that, or with tracking efforts).
Please remember this little dog and the Pepes in your prayers, and reach out to any other lists in case there are any dog lovers in that geographic area MD/PA/DE) who may still be unaware. Anthony has to return to work in NJ this next week for a few days but will be back in the MD area soon--his cell phone # is 732-713-1709 and you can leave a message with any info or sightings.

Comment by Mochi on June 3, 2009 at 12:16am

Kristin... I love your story of how you ended up with your corgis! Just think... if that horrible man hadn't been such a jerk and tried to take your Honey... you probably never would have gotten Hooch too. I totally believe that if you love something... you have to let it go (if forced... haha). And if it is meant to be yours it will come back. That's how I ended up with my two kitties!

Comment by Denise on June 2, 2009 at 8:55pm

What a great story. I'm so happy for you that you got your little baby.She was meant to be yours!

Comment by Kristen on June 2, 2009 at 11:46am

Love your story Kristin--some things are just meant to be.

Comment by Deidra on June 2, 2009 at 9:08am

@Kristin
That's a great story. It does sound like fate.
I can understand the Dad that wanted to get the corgi for his kids... but still, what a jerk!

Comment by Kristin, Honey, and Hooch on June 2, 2009 at 4:54am

I have a funny, kind of crazy story of how I ended up with my two wonderful little corgis. I'm convinced it was fate! :) It's a bit long so bear with me! I hope someone will read it despite the length.

Our beloved rescued lab mix Tia had to be euthanized unexpectedly in the beginning of March, leaving our young border collie lonely and us wanting to save another doggy life in her memory. I spent quite a while looking for another border collie to rescue. I eventually found one--a lovely young female named Tilly. Not only was she beautiful and seemed to match up with us well, her name was a combination of the last two dogs we have lost--Tia and Lily. We drove about four hours into Nevada to go get her. I bonded with her quickly and loved her very much, but for some strange reason I can't describe I could not picture having her for the long run. A few days into having her, she started showing extreme fear and aggression towards my little brother. I was willing to train her because I loved her, but upon talking to the president of the border collie rescue group, her foster mom, and thinking about it we all decided it would be best for Tilly to go back to her foster mom. Happily, her foster mom had been reluctant to give her up in the first place and decided to keep her for good. It was still devastating having to give up this wonderful, sweet dog I had bonded with, though, especially because my family has done foster care and we are familiar with dealing with rescued herding breeds.

A few days after Tilly went to her now-permanent home, I started looking again. Nothing came up for a while. One day, though, on a whim I saw an Australian Shepherd I was potentially a bit interested in at a shelter an hour away. It was kind of an impulsive trip, just to see. I got there and the Aussie was no longer there... But in the FIRST cage, there was a downright gorgeous, perfect little female corgi. As some backstory, I've wanted a corgi for over a decade, but for some reason it didn't cross my mind to look for one at this time or as a rescue. I always assumed (and it seems true) that finding a young purebred corgi was like a needle in a haystack. I fell in love instantly and called my mom to tell her, and she said I could adopt the dog.

The dog was on hold for a few more days, though, so I confidently told the shelter staff I'd be back for her on the day she could be adopted. I spent the next few days a nervous wreck--trying not to get my hopes up in case an owner showed up and claimed her, or someone else arrived earlier than I did the day she became available. I could hardly sleep and nearly worried myself sick because I wanted this dog so much. The adoption fee was a mere $10. I called the shelter several times to make sure she was still there. The day she became available, I left at 5:30 AM and got to the shelter at about 6:10 AM. I was overjoyed that I was the first person there--after all, the shelter was first-come, first-serve! The thought that this gorgeous corgi would be mine was exciting beyond words! I even took a picture of my cell phone showing the time I arrived in front of the shelter door in case anyone contested that I had been there first.

I sat and waited for two hours for the shelter to open, playing my DS and talking to my brother. I saw staff members coming in one at a time. About ten minutes before the shelter opened, a truck pulled up next to me and a man and his two kids ran straight for the door and started standing there. I got a bit nervous and got out, standing behind him in line. The little girl kept reading a certain part of the sign in small print over and over again. I read it and my heart jumped into my throat. I had a bad feeling. It said "In the case of more than one person wanting a specific dog, the first person through the door will be awarded the dog."

I said to the man, "Hello, I've been waiting here since a little past 6 AM and left my house at 5:30 AM... Hopefully you'll allow me to skip ahead in line because I've been here for so long?"

He ignored me for a while as I tried to ask this a few times, feeling very nervous and scared. Finally I got it out. He said, "No, we got to the door first."

I felt like crying and my heart plummeted. "If you don't mind me asking... Which dog are you wanting to adopt?" I almost didn't want to hear the response. I had this horrible feeling of dread.

"The..." He paused and looked at his daughter. "The corgi."

I was very upset and said that I did not think it was fair that he would run to the door like that and not allow me to go ahead when I had been there so long. He ignored me and looked ahead while his kids looked at him in a sort of "Dad, we're getting this dog, right?" way. It was kind of like kids trying to get a toy, though--not sweet or sad at all, just like they were making sure they'd be able to get her. I stood there in silence for a while, feeling awful and shaking like a leaf. An officer came out to get the paper and saw the family ahead of me.

When they opened the door, I did a slight sneak tactic (I'll admit it!) and managed to slip ahead of them and get through the door first. I immediately declared "I would like to adopt the corgi!"

The man protested, saying I "pushed ahead" when I hadn't touched anyone. I argued emotionally, showing the officers my photo of the time I had arrived, telling them about having to give up one dog already, about how my family has rescued herding dogs for my whole life, and I had wanted a corgi for so many years. That I couldn't sleep for days over this dog. That rescued herding dogs often nip kids, that they require a lot of patience, that I will give this dog the best home possible. He said, "Well, my daughter wants the dog! We went to see her three times yesterday!"

Although all the staff had seen me there in my car when they arrived, despite the photo I had taken of the time, despite the fact that I had, indeed, gotten through the door first... They awarded him the dog. I was devastated and actually broke down sobbing in the office. I told them I didn't feel it was fair. I stepped outside while he filled out the papers and cried my eyes out to my mom on the phone. As they were leaving with her in their truck, they all gave me a look like "Nah-nah, we got the dog!" despite the fact that I was crying in the parking lot. I went inside after they left again to apologize for my emotional outburst, let them know I really didn't feel their decision was right, and give them my contact info in the unlikely chance that she came back to the shelter. While I was doing this, I told the officer how wonderful of a home I would give this dog. He felt bad, but still stuck by his decision. I cried the whole way home and spent several hours after I got home crying in my room and feeling horrible about the situation. After a day or so, I posted an ad on Craigslist looking for a young adult rescued corgi.

I did get a response from a woman in Carson City, saying she had a two-year-old small male tricolor corgi. He was from a puppy mill so he's not a completely typical corgi, but he is very cute and sweet. I talked to her in depth and we decided to adopt him! My mom and I drove up to Carson City, met his wonderful guardian, and completely fell in love with Hooch! Our car broke down and had to be fixed on the way home, but nonetheless Hooch was perfect the whole way home even with all the delays. He fit into our home incredibly well and we all just love him! We were very happy.

Despite the fact that Hooch is the perfect dog for us and we love him an incredible amount, I still felt bad about what had happened with the shelter corgi. I kept thinking about her and what her home was like and whether she was happy. But the week trial period for dogs at the shelter passed with no word, so I gave up on her and accepted that she was gone.

About a week after that, not expecting it at all, I got a call from the shelter saying she had been returned--for nipping at the kids! Who called it? I did! They said I had priority on her and if I wanted her she was all mine and I could pick her up in a few days. My mom was reluctant to allow yet another dog into our home, but I said I'd foster her if she didn't work out.

I got Honey out of the shelter a few days later and instantly fell in love with her, too. My mom said I could keep her on one condition--that she would be MY dog instead of the family's dog and I would pay for her and take her with me wherever I go in life. I gladly agreed. She hasn't nipped anyone since I took her home, and she is my constant companion and friend.

Now I have two incredible corgis who I love dearly! They're both so wonderful and add so much to my life, and I have nothing to regret or wish at all! Tilly got a good home where she was happy and comfortable, and I got BOTH corgis I fell in love with! It's an amazing, unlikely happy ending.

Some part of me feels like it was Tia saying thank you for us keeping her for the rest of her life. She was originally our foster dog and had fairly severe behavior problems (dog aggression, wandering, and so on) as well as being a big older black dog, which is not a very adoptable mix of traits. In over a year of fostering her and her being returned from three different potential homes to us, we fell in love with her and kept her the five and a half years she made it. She lived a happy, loved life, and if we hadn't taken her, I imagine her life could have ended back in the shelter.

Comment by Worthington Natalia on June 1, 2009 at 11:49am

@Eviltwin: Happy to hear u got your baby back!

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